Delicious and Confusing

There was I. Hungry and tired. As I walked through the streets I found a delicious exitic place to eat in the dining district. The choice of tonight was döner with cous cous and a delicious soft drink of the brand of coca-cola. I finished the meal some block away with a extra fine card board cup of capochino at the exclusive caffe of Starbucks. My swiss made chronograph told of gently that the time was running out. I, as the time, run, to the main train station to catch my train. There, you see, the numbers was out of order. The train was of another constallation. Suddenly my ticket, my map of consensus, was no good for navigation. I was sacred, I now lacked control. I reached out and found a kind of souls. I found my home for the next two hours on the Kaiserin Elisabeth train to Innsbruck.